Chapter 1

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July  3rd 

"Maxon?" I turned and tried to find him. But then I remembered that he wasn't with me. He wasn't gonna be in my life unless I pass him. I let my hands slide to my bump on my stomach. Maxima child. At least that is what I'll have when he can't be mine. I'll have his kid. I got up and went to the bathroom. I couldn't believe how big I am. "America the king wants you to sing at his  birthday!" She walked into my room with a humungous smile on her face. I gave her bewildered look. "He wants to talk to you on the phone." I rolled my eyes and slowly walked to the phone. 

"Hello?" I asked. 

"Hello my dear." He said with a light tone. 

"Don't call me your dear!" There was hints of anger in my voice. 

"Well you have been hired to sing at my birthday." He was talking like it was top secret. 

"Do you mind of a pregnant woman walks in?" I said angrily. 

"Your pregnant?!" There was a lot of surprise and jealousy in his voice. 

"Yes." I was kind of embarrassed. "Well goodbye and see you..." 

"On the 5th." After he said that I hung up the phone. 

July 5th 

I woke up at 8 am in the morning. Feeling sick to my stomach. I quickly ran to the bathroom. 'This is gonna be the worst day of my life. I got dressed in the dress he proposed to Kriss in. I could barely fit in it. I walked into the women's room totally embarrassed. I went to the stage and sang my songs. But the ones I have written were all sad and slow. Half way threw the party a gun was fired off. I heard Macon yell. "Get down!" But I wasn't on the ground fast enough. I got shot in my chest. I fell. Gasping for air. 

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